he mentioned it and i checked it on webster.. webster didnt mind found it to be correct.. so it doesnt matter anyway. Im not american or british or a turkish monk in brown robes, and your pathetically just waiting and drooling for any opportunity to poke fun.. well, speak all you wish, after this comment i heed nothing of your foul cunt mouth. your politely, or "immaturedly" ignored Madam..

Yet again you fail. "faeces" is a chiefly British variant of "feces". Whilst I, like all Gentlemen, prefer "faeces", I do believe you are American... ?

thanks for mentioning the typo. see what happens when people piss me off? ;D

you've all been so helpful since i joined p/r and thanks homies, (group hugs)

It's fear of clowns.

No, i dont. Btw, can we communicate in some other means, perhaps the site chat or irc.. or do you have a suggestion?

Mr Baba Horus Yaga, do you know that has really touched me. You know I've always thought that you're a kick-ass poet sometimes lacking in discipline, and sometimes I don't get your stuff, but I also know that you're not heartless, that you feel it and do it for real, that you're always trying to make something new and fack me if that's not what poetry needs. I know creation is your life and you've got the guts to live it on your own terms and I understand your frustration with people who think it's a hobby. Well, the best of all bastard luck to you, especially of you're going to try the sestina, 'cos that's the kind of mutant freakoid form that scares me right off. It really means something to me that you appreciate what I've done, mainly because, hell, I know you don't give praise lightly, and also because I think you've put your finger o what I'm trying to do. All power to your elbow, my man. Now enough of this mutual hugging, it'll make us sappy and moist. Go well, old boy.

... im not sure if this was a joke, coincidence or if your just playing with me. any and either way, i doubt your going to make things easy.

Do you know the story of the original Gordian knot and Alexander the great?

Here, here.

No, but I can see my coffee maker, and that's about as metaphorical as it gets right now.

Im very aware of why Donning an assmask was written.. the knot piece though is what really struck the dong in my magic mind and drove me to find a needle poking at my head tauntingly...

Your stance here? Amazing, simply finger gag me to death regalishly amazing. You my friend have just overdosed on plaid and wool socks. Because I can feel it, your absolute indifference to you pretending you're absolutely indifferent through sheer fact verses fiction being in what you positively know to be your total and complete control. I wonder who's more emotionally obliterated me, you, or Supremely head in the clouds? Not that it makes a widdled coaster of a difference anymore since I've been inducted into the "Stall of none came" I can die knowing i was better at being a booty than a sock on the foot of a Leper named Afrony Oopsthatsmyear. i've led a privalidged millenium, how you feeling? Your metaphysical mask bit, spurned me to write Donning an Ass-Mask, is it safe. A retrospective of better times to be, enjoy the day aye.

Ding ding! lol.